Chapter 57

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— World: Draconic Deus

Earth, Japan, Kyoto —

The next day, the morning light bathed the streets of Kyoto with a soft glow, while the sound of traffic and the chatter of passersby filled the air.

"Ugh… it hurts…" Yoshinon whimpered, her small voice trembling as her crimson eyes blinked, struggling to take in the bustling streets around her.

"I'm sorry, really sorry," Aiden apologized, though his tone lacked any real remorse.

He was carrying her piggyback, his steady footsteps echoing against the pavement as he made his way through the crowd.

Yoshinon was in control of the body at that moment, her small hands gripping Aiden's shoulders with a mix of weakness and stubbornness.

Yoshino, on the other hand, was too exhausted to even complain.

The effort from the previous night had left her completely drained, and now she could only drift in a light sleep within her own body.

"Hey, at least apologize sincerely, damn it!" Yoshinon protested, puffing her cheeks and giving him a light smack on the head, her tone filled with fake indignation.

"Uugh… it hurts… How can you be so cruel to my poor Yoshino-chan and me?" she continued whining dramatically, her voice breaking into exaggerated sobs as Aiden walked at a relaxed pace toward home.

After all, they had spent the night in a small motel, and now, under the daylight, the curious gazes of pedestrians quickly fell on them.

It was no surprise—they were both quite the sight.

Aiden, with his white hair and imposing presence, stood out in the crowd, but Yoshinon was the real spectacle.

With her "tearful" performance and exaggerated attitude, she managed to capture the attention of several onlookers who watched them with a mix of confusion and amusement.

"Can you stop acting?" Aiden sighed, exasperated.

He knew that maybe—just maybe—he had gone a little too far with the two of them…

After all, it had been exactly 240 days without having sex, and the built-up desire had turned him into an uncontrollable beast.

His enthusiasm had been evident—perhaps too much—but come on… Yoshino and Yoshinon were powerful beings.

There was no way they wouldn't be fine after a little rest.

Yoshinon, of course, completely ignored him and continued with her drama without the slightest intention of stopping.

"F-Fifty-six… times…" she murmured, her tone trembling yet mischievous as she leaned toward his ear.

The morning breeze gently tousled his white hair, but her gaze was full of playful malice.

"You made me climax… And that was after Yoshino gave me control of the body… after you made her climax multiple times too… Aiden-kun is a beast…"

Her whisper was accompanied by a slight touch of her fingers in Aiden's white hair, playing with a few strands as if evaluating his reaction.

Aiden rolled his eyes.

"Pervert… beast… hentai with a maid fetish…" Yoshinon listed in a sing-song, teasing tone.

She leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against the skin of his neck.

"Hentai with a shrine maiden fetish…" she continued mischievously, drawing out each word as she enjoyed her little revenge.

Aiden sighed in resignation.

He couldn't deny it.

The night before, he had made her wear MANY things.

Of course, Yoshinon was also a pervert and played along for fun, but that didn't change the fact that he had been an absolute demon in bed…

And she would make sure he knew it.

Without warning, Aiden decided to retaliate.

/Slap!/

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, he raised a hand and gave her a firm smack on the butt.

"Ahh~♡"

Yoshinon let out a squeal before hastily covering her mouth, her expression flushing into an intense blush of pure embarrassment.

"D-Don't do that… What if someone hears me…?" she whimpered, throwing him an accusatory glance with eyes glistening from a mix of surprise and shame.

Aiden, with complete indifference, simply kept walking as if nothing had happened.

"I did it when no one was looking. And if someone saw you… well, I'd just use a Type 323 Memory Erasure on them."

The carefree tone in which he said it left Yoshinon blinking, confused.

As they crossed the streets of Kyoto, traffic moved around them, and the conversations of pedestrians blended with the noise of the city.

Upon reaching a traffic light, Aiden stopped, waiting patiently for the light to change.

When the green light illuminated the signal, he resumed his walk without hurry.

"Eh… What exactly is Type 323 Memory Erasure?" Yoshinon asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

"It sounds like they tried 322 times before getting it right! Isn't that a bit excessive?"

"Type 323 Memory Erasure consists of striking a specific area of the head with a brick until the individual forgets the last few hours. It can also be thrown from a distance, which makes it surprisingly efficient."

Aiden explained it with an unsettling calm, as if he were talking about the weather or a lunch menu.

"Then, just apply a little healing magic, and that's it—like nothing ever happened."

Yoshinon opened her mouth… then slowly closed it again, processing the information.

In her mind, the image of Aiden throwing a brick at people as if it were a magic spell formed with absurd clarity.

"…That's a fucking crime."

Aiden only smiled with complete serenity, as the sun shone down on them, illuminating a morning that had only just begun.

Yoshinon remained silent for a moment, pretending she hadn't heard anything.

Her expression was completely neutral, but a small imaginary vein seemed to appear on her forehead—a sign that she wasn't going to let it slide.

Then, as retaliation for the slap on her butt, she gave him another smack on the head, this time with a little more force, though still in a playful manner.

Aiden furrowed his brows slightly but decided not to make a big deal of it and continued walking as if nothing had happened.

Both of them kept moving through the streets of Kyoto, blending into the murmur of people and the distant sound of cars passing by.

They chatted about nonsense for a while, laughing at small memories, teasing each other without any real malice, simply enjoying the moment.

Eventually, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked bread caught their attention.

That was how they arrived at a cozy café, with large windows that let in the sunlight, reflecting off the polished dark wooden tables.

After being attended to by the staff, they took a seat at a table for two, in a quiet corner of the establishment, away from the main hustle and bustle.

The atmosphere was peaceful, with soft instrumental jazz playing in the background, while customers enjoyed their breakfasts at a leisurely pace.

They placed their orders, and when the food arrived at the table, Yoshinon raised an eyebrow upon seeing what Aiden had chosen.

"Eh… Who in their right mind eats pizza for breakfast?" she asked, looking at him with a mix of disbelief and slight concern as she took another bite of her buttered toast.

Aiden, with total nonchalance, grabbed a slice of his pizza and took a bite, savoring it with obvious satisfaction before responding:

"But I like it…"

He said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, as if eating pizza for breakfast were a sacred tradition that no one had the right to question.

Yoshinon shook her head and sighed before murmuring with amused exasperation:

"Definitely a child's palate…"

Aiden frowned slightly.

"But it tastes good…" he insisted, though his voice lost a bit of confidence as she mercilessly mocked him.

"That doesn't change the fact that you have a child's palate..." Yoshinon shot him an accusatory look, waving her fork as if she were giving an important lecture.

"You always ask Muku—onee-chan to make you hamburger steaks. And let's not even talk about bell peppers; you look at them like they're your worst enemy," she continued with a teasing tone before taking a sip of her milkshake with total tranquility.

Aiden watched her suspiciously, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"...Yoshinon, don't tell me you're still mad?"

Maybe, just maybe, he had gone a little overboard the night before...

But come on, she hadn't complained at the time.

In fact, she even had that lewd expression when they were doing it.

"Hmph."

Yoshinon puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms dramatically, as if performing a grand theatrical scene from a tragic play.

Aiden sighed.

He knew she was exaggerating.

But he also knew Yoshinon had a weak spot, and he wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of it.

If he wanted to make her lower her guard, he just had to activate super affection mode.

Without warning, he took a piece of buttered toast and gently brought it to Yoshinon's mouth.

"Open up," he ordered in a sweet voice.

"Eh? W-Wait, wait! Yoshinon can do it herself...!"

Yoshinon kicked lightly in protest, turning her face away with a slight blush on her cheeks, but her nervous tone and the way she avoided eye contact completely gave her away.

Aiden smirked slightly.

As always, Yoshinon could be lively and provocative, but when he attacked with displays of affection, she became oddly clumsy and adorable.

The curious gazes of the café's customers soon fell on them.

Some people smiled in amusement at the scene, while others simply watched with quiet interest.

Aiden remained unfazed, but Yoshinon, noticing the attention they were getting, grew even more flustered.

In the end, they finished their breakfast in relative peace, and when they checked the time on the clock on the wall, it was already 10:45 a.m.

It was time to go home.

Without further delay, they left the café and walked to a discreet alley, away from prying eyes.

There, without hesitation, Aiden raised a hand and traced a movement in the air.

A purple glow spread around them, distorting reality for a few moments before forming a rift in space.

Without further ado, they jumped through it.

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— World: Draconic Deus

Earth, Japan, Tokyo:

Avalon Residence —

/Open!/

The spatial rift unfolded in the middle of the house, right at the entrance, emitting a faint glow before dissipating completely.

Aiden and Yoshinon took a few steps inside, feeling the familiar atmosphere of their home surrounding them.

However, as soon as they crossed the entrance, a subtle sound caught Aiden's attention.

It was the murmur of conversation coming from the living room, accompanied by the faint vibration of a presence.

Aiden immediately sensed that it was a powerful presence.

"Ohh! Yasaka-san and Kunou-chan, huh? Did they come to visit me? Ehehe~, I told her she could come whenever she wanted, but I didn't expect her to show up so suddenly, especially with how busy she is!"

Aiden heard Yoshinon murmur that before seeing her walk excitedly toward the living room.

He remained thoughtful for a moment, going over what everyone knew about Yasaka.

She was quite a famous figure in the supernatural world, not just for her position as the leader of the youkai in Kyoto but also for... other reasons.

Her pictures on Supernatural.Net were absurdly popular, and the first thing that came to his mind was her enormous attributes.

Yeah, those melons were the biggest he had ever seen, even surpassing Mukuro, Miku, Natsumi (in her older sister form), and Kazamachi.

It wasn't that he had intentionally started comparing them, but it was hard to ignore when people on the internet wouldn't stop talking about it.

He also remembered something else: Yasaka had a massive following of admirers online.

Some called her "Mom," others the "Super Milf."

There was all sorts of talk when it came to her.

From the most romantic types, who wrote poems over 20,000 words long, to the others… the rude ones we all know about.

Aiden shook his head, pushing those thoughts away before they could take a turn he wouldn't be able to escape from.

Without further delay, he headed to the living room with a clear objective in mind: not to stare at her breasts like a disgusting pervert (cough Issei cough).

After all, Yasaka was a friend of Yoshino and Yoshinon, and the last thing he wanted was to look like an idiot in front of them.

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The living room was illuminated by a warm natural light streaming through the large windows.

And there, at the center of the room, she was.

Yasaka.

She possessed an awe-inspiring beauty and a majestic presence.

Her long golden hair cascaded down like silk, perfectly matching the color of her kitsune ears and tails.

Her eyes, a bright golden hue, conveyed a perfect blend of warmth and authority.

She wore an elegant traditional Japanese kimono, adorned with golden details and exquisite patterns that reflected her status as the leader of the youkai.

Every movement she made exuded a natural grace, as if true royalty were present in the room.

And, of course, her voluptuous figure was something that simply couldn't be ignored.

Naturally, Aiden tried not to focus on that.

Right now, she was watching him with a charming smile… but there was something in her gaze that made him feel a little… strange.

For his part, Aiden was trying to keep his composure, to project an elegant and relaxed image.

But the reality was that he was using every ounce of his willpower to look only into her eyes and nowhere else.

Because if his gaze lowered, even slightly, he knew exactly what he would find: the largest mountains he had ever seen, in this life or the previous one.

He took a deep breath and reinforced his resolve.

'I'm not going to look.'

'I'm not going to look.'

'I'm not going to look…'

Of course, Yasaka quickly noticed his internal struggle, and the situation was quite amusing to her.

In her opinion, Aiden's effort to remain serious and formal was… a little cute.

After all, even though she knew from Yoshino and Yoshinon that Aiden was over a century old, his youthful appearance of 16 or 17 made his reaction even more entertaining.

She covered her lips with one hand and smiled softly, saying nothing.

Aiden felt a chill run down his spine.

And then, suddenly…

"Hey, Aiden-san… why do you have the same scent as Yoshino/Yoshinon?"

Kunou tilted her head curiously as she snuggled next to Yasaka, her expression completely innocent.

However, her fox ears twitched slightly, revealing her genuine intrigue.

"....."

The silence that followed Kunou's question was so dense that it almost felt physically tangible in the air.

Aiden pressed his lips together, desperately searching for an answer.

Mukuro, sitting to his left, did the same, though with a completely neutral expression, as if she were calculating the best strategy to escape the conversation.

Meanwhile, Yoshino (who had now switched with Yoshinon after waking up) was on his right.

The moment she heard the question, her face turned as red as a tomato, and she completely avoided Kunou's curious gaze, becoming as stiff as a statue.

The atmosphere grew tense for a second.

It seemed that if no one spoke soon, the silence would become unbearable.

Tohka, who was also present, opened her mouth to answer without a second thought.

After all, she wasn't exactly the sharpest when it came to these kinds of things.

(There are things children shouldn't know too soon...)

But just before she could drop the bomb…

/Slap!/

Origami, sitting beside her, reacted instantly, covering her mouth with astonishing efficiency.

Tohka blinked, surprised, letting out a muffled sound, unable to complete her sentence.

Origami's serious gaze spoke with absolute clarity:

'Don't even think about it.'

For her part, Yasaka only smiled with even more amusement.

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